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It was highly unusual for the defense attorney to seek comfort from his brother. Of anyone at all, actually.  He usually preferred to hide his feelings, but it seemed it had come to a point where his emotions had no other place to go but spill out. That it always came down to him crying wasn’t something he liked at all. It was embarrassing. It was shameful. It was something for others to make fun of him for. And yet, here he was, seeking comfort for the first time in maybe months, or even years.

“H-he- H-”

Oh, how he fucking hated sobbing like this. He could never get a word out, and before he managed to calm down enough to somewhat coherently state what he wanted to convey, another wave of sobs took him back down again. It was no use to attempt to tell Nahyuta about this now. It... Actually might be a while before he’d be able to tell him about Clay. About what happened. About everything. Just thinking about Clay would set him off again, and that was exactly the reason he preferred to keep it to himself for now. His brother knew the basics, Datz probably told him about it. That was all he was going to know for a while, sadly.

“H- H--”

It was no use. 

He couldn’t tell him about how great Clay was. About how unjustly he was taken from him, like many others in his life. He couldn’t catch a break, could he? 

He missed him.

He missed him so much.

The lawyer clinged to Nahyuta still; clinged as tight as he could. The jacket the astronaut had left behind (and which was way too big for Apollo to fit properly) was covering his usual outfit, and smelled faintly of lavender. That had been a favourite smell of the guy, and a sort of good luck charm, too- though it didn’t help much in the end. 

[Greg is very sorry about upsetting you all…

Why. 

The question repeated over and over as she lay on her make-shift bed in the Wright office.

Why did she do it.

Sure they had never been the best of friends but she had always been there for her. Longer than her mother, longer than even sis, she was there. She raised her. Never quite motherly, but to say Maya had never looked up to her would be nothing but an outright lie.

Eyes stared blankly out the window as memories flashed across her minds eyes, indiscriminate of good or bad. In all honesty she wasn’t sure if she could even tell the difference between the two anymore.

Maya was sure that in the time they had spent together the moments of anger greatly outweighed any softer moments that might’ve occurred. And yet, the first memory to come to mind wasn’t one of fear, but of respect

The two sat meditating under the flicker of hundreds of candles, lined in ascending rows. Even behind her eyelids she could make out out the flickering lights around them. She could easily imagine the surrounding flames, looking down upon them like judges condemning her for her mistakes. The fire expelled cold from every corner of the dark little room, and yet warmth was the furthest thing she would describe it from.

She heard a shift beside her where Morgan was sitting and she snuck a quick peak. To her surprise, her Aunt was no longer concentrating calmly with eyes closed, but turned to look at a long scroll that hung high above their heads. A picture of her Grandmother, the previous Master.

Morgans gazed upon the picture with neither anger or resentment, but sadness, the likes of which Maya had never seen nor could fully comprehend. It wasn’t really like Maya to sit for so long without saying a word, but something kept her eyes glued to her aunt’s expression. It wasn’t until the elders eyes caught her own that she flinched in preparation of the inevitable ear ringing lecture she had grown so accustomed to.

Imagine her shock when she was greeted with a soft tone, coated in exhaustion. Her words weren’t of anger but of a story her own mother had told her long ago. For the first time Morgan spoke of the Fey line, not as a lecture, but as their history. There was a passion in her tone that had been absent in all their previous lessons, or maybe Maya was noticing it for the first time. Either way, it was the first time in all her life that Maya had been so engrossed in what her Aunt had to say.

For the first time in her life Maya understood just what it meant to be the Kurain master, and in doing so she understood exactly what Morgan had lost. 

Like the end of a film, the memory came to a stop on the image of Aunt Morgans sad smile looking up at the face of her mother in the aftermath of the finished lessons. 

Maya blinked as the office came back into focus around her. With the distraction gone the questions began again.

Why?

 Why did she do it?

She could easily imagine a hundred different times Morgan had berated her, but hadn’t that just been because she loved the Fey line? Because she wanted to see her succeed? And in comparison what about all the times she had stood up for Maya when faced with scrutiny from the other branch family members.

She didn’t want to think about this anymore.

Why did she do it?

She just wanted to forget her Aunt ever existed if only to be rid of the deep betrayal burning her alive from the inside out

Didn’t Morgan love her?

She remembered the look of pure unadulterated hatred shot in her direction just before she was escorted out.

Was it all a lie?

The sound of the office door opening startled her into a panic that led to the young Fey falling painfully onto the floor and scrambling backwards in fear. Immediately she was met with a familiar soothing tone. 

“Nick?”

It wasn’t until the lights were flicked on that she breathed a sigh of relief. She did her best to smile. “What’s wrong? You forget some paperwork?”

No, he explained. He knew she had told him she wanted to be alone for a bit, but for some reason he just felt he had to come back and double check.

        he crinkles his nose as though nahyuta’s tried to remove a stain from his face with his saliva, even as he lets him do as he pleases. an exaggerated eyeroll, although fond, and a heavy sigh is unleashed once he’s finished. 

        ‘ yes, mom. ‘ oh my god. he did not just           

squishes his cheeks. ❛ Baby brother. ❜

“Mmmph! I-I know you heard me the first time!! Cut it out!”

  These days, in the wake of revolution and reformation, Sahdmadhi is a busy man—not that one would know by looking at him. He's been a figure of grace since entering the Chief Prosecutor's office, and if he feels any misgivings about being here, his air of serenity betrays none of it.

  Yet his innumerable responsibilities in Khura'in make Edgeworth's duties look sparse in comparison, with his trip to Los Angeles apparently scheduled right down to the last minute. Despite the informal nature of their current meeting, Miles knows that time is of the essence... though that hasn't stopped him from sending for tea.

  Forfeiting good manners wouldn't do, after all. As he prepares two porcelain cups, he speaks through an approximation of a smile.

Mun Facts! || Accepting!! || @amarymone

I have two cartilage piercings in my right ear!

I carry around a small pikachu plushy in my purse. if i ever don’t have it on me i get a lot of anxiety

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